Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Barbados and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Clear Light to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Skatalites,
Theoretical Girls,
Arthur Verocai,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Parry Music,
Saccharine Trust,
Fad Gadget,
Sarah Menescal,
Boogie Down Productions,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
These Immortal Souls,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jimmy McGriff,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Eric Copeland,
Cheater Slicks,
The Moody Blues,
The Cramps,
Fear,
The Litter,
New Order,
Malaria!,
Sam Rivers,
Morten Harket,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ultravox,
The Happenings,
Connie Case,
The Monochrome Set,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Birthday Party,
Quantec,
Supertramp,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Sonics,
Lakeside,
Peter & Gordon,
Newcleus,
Eli Mardock,
Rosa Yemen,
Harry Pussy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Donald Byrd,
Gichy Dan,
Bill Near,
Japan,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pierre Henry,
John Holt,
Excepter,
The Slits,
Lindisfarne,
Tres Demented,
The Martian,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Can,
The Young Rascals,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.